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...The polyphony of my thoughts against the clicking of a clock
Your eyes burnt to the back of my head
I can't break through it all
Im better off in bed

People write about dead animals on the streets
Something so sinister
It's hard to imagine the beauty they find
On dark walks to the grocery store

Two women cheerfully embrace in the middle of a crosswalk
These encounters juxtapose
The snot dripping from my nose
I wipe clean with a sweater sleeve

The putrid scent of the human body Contrasting the overbearing stench of others perfume
And we all avoid the schizophrenic
But I'm not better, with glitter on my eyelids...